Chapter 1: Delivery Day
This idea popped in my head when I was writing a review for a story called "Reborn." So I give many thanks to that guy or girl. I do not own One Piece or any of its characters. I also do not own the name 'Anne' I just own the ideas that I have on the things that she does and how she effects the One Piece world.
The things that a mother could do were phenomenal. Doctors and scientists alike lie when they say it's all just genetics and come up with those crazy explanations about Hormones and what-not. They just say those tings so that they don't look like idiots. In reality they can't explain that invisible bond that a mother shares with her child.
But today, something happened that would make all of those doctors's brains go haywire.
This all happened in the South Blue on a small island known as Baterilla. A single woman had done the unbelievable to protect her child from the world. But this woman did not just perform a simple eye trick to deceive the world. No! She performed a miracle. Not only did she carry her precious cargo for 20 months, she carried that precious cargo that had not one, but two fragile fetuses. And that woman's name was Portgas D Rouge. It was sad that few knew of the great feet this woman had done to protect her children.
But now the Marine Vice Admiral watched as the once strong willed and healthy woman dangle at the edge of death's abyss. Delicately cradling two small bundles in her trembling arms.
"If it's a girl… Anne" Rouge quietly spoke as she softly kissed the forehead that was barely visible through the yellow blanket covering its petite form. "And if it's a boy… Ace…" She whisperer as she kissed the forehead that too was peaking out from under his white blanket. "Those where the names he chose… for these children… Gol D Anne and Gol D Ace… the names of our children *pant_ pant*"
The widowed Rouge graciously took her last few moments with her children. Knowing her limit had already breached long ago, and that her will was the only thread left that was keeping her from falling into the darkness. But eventually, the twines snapped, and her eyes that had once been filled with such love, glazed over, looking into emptiness .
"Rouge! Rouge! Hang in there!"
But even with some of the best doctors on the tropical island, they could not keep her afloat.
Garp stood silently as his eyes hovered over to the human shaped figure that was covered by a clean thin sheet, had once been coated in a vibrant red. And the hand that peaked out from under the cover, hanging limply over the edge of the mattress. Then slowly shifting his gaze to the crib set in the corner of the room that held the two children that wouldn't even be deemed 'worthy to live' by many. Earlier he had been uncertain of his decision, but now he was dead set. His 'friend' was right, "a child who has yet to be born bears no sin."
So now the Vice Admiral stood stiffly holding the two bundles. One in each hand, as the island slowly became a speck in the distance.
That is until Garp had come to a realization did his resolve falter ever so slightly. He did not have the knowledge to take care of an infant, let alone two. And at this critical moment, both newborns awoke and proceeded to do the most natural of baby's instincts in a synchronized motion.
Cry, for reasons unknown to the wise Garp.
"Well Shit!" Was his intelligent response.
Ghaaaaa! I'm so sorry that this chapter is just so short! But I just couldn't make it longer! Otherwise it would just make the order of chapters all disorientated and what-not. So... I decided to update the next chapter by tomorrow because this is torturing me more than it's torturing you. And I swear it WILL be longer than this chapter. *Fist Pump!*
Also sorry to those that hate sad parts in a story, I tried to up the mood in that part at the end.
Please Review! XD Happy review, flames and suggestions for future chapters are welcomed!
